One More Bet? Dawn Miracle and the Roulette Curse
One more time? Himaru's gone, and as I'm working her field, regrets crash over me like the tide. I was an idiot. A total idiot. I couldn't stick to not showing off again. When something I know pops up—like real insider info—I can't hold back and just blurt it all out. No impulse control.
Another screw-up. Feels like I've messed up dozens of times on this server. Lucky Himaru brushed it off as slander. Gotta be way more careful.
I make my Nth vow to myself.
"Ah! Yes. I'll chat more. Give me a topic~ I'll devour it all."
I crank up my energy. Focus on chatting, not farming!!
After that, I cycle through farming with the hoe from Himaru, fishing, farming, fishing, farming, fishing. Our room's routine is getting even more rigid.
Made money? Click—enhance. Success? Wooow!!! 7-strong, 8-strong, 9-strong!!!! Viewers spam "10-strong go go go." Gotta hit 10-strong. Then when I nail 10-strong, they push "11-strong go go go." I fall for it, click 11-strong, fail, and before I know it, click again. Trapped in a Möbius strip. Until I can't solve problems without hitting 12-strong.
"Phew... this time... I'll do it right. Everyone."
Click—no skill there. But they say when you're desperate, you'll believe anything. That's me right now. I wanna do well now. Farming and fishing netted 30 million won. And stream time's way over. It's 4 AM now.
Now's the time. Why? Admins are asleep, rates are normal. I'll prove it. I head straight to the enhancement NPC and smash enhance without a second thought. It's you or me!! Aaaah!!
My 8-strong fishing rod. Click.
"Uh...?"
9-strong. No hesitation, click again.
"Uh uh...?"
10-strong. I stare at the monitor, eyes wide. What is this? I shake my head hard in shock. As expected. Yes!!
"Admins asleep, rates normal!! I was totally rigged!!"
11-strong. Three in a row... What the? I'm too noob for tension-building, so I speed through at that Korean-favorite pace.
Click.
The bearded NPC starts hammering the anvil. Clang, clang, clang. On success, he wipes sweat; on fail, awkward face. Close-up on his mug, sets down hammer, lifts my rod, hands it over while wiping sweat.
Success. Gotta grill the admins tomorrow!! How blatant can you get with rate tampering!!
But what about my remaining 27 million? Success feels off, chat's exploding. No way they believe it. I barely do.
Moteok's chatting even at this dawn hour.
Seeing Moteok's chat, I wonder if there's a way to help. What can I do? I rack my brain and come up with something.
"Moteok... want some money? I'm done. I'll give it all."
"Then I'll dump it all in your storage!"
My gear's cheap, so viewers won't move watching, but I clench my fist and cheer hard.
"Fighting! You'll get it. Definitely. Take the luck!! As a cafe member alum, one beat for ya. Moteok!! Take the luck~!!"
Enhance success at 4 AM, end stream at 5, weird mood keeps me up till 8.
Success is great, but now what? First thought. Content's all milked dry—no more to do. So today, long-overdue full chat stream.
One day of pure chat's fine. Viewers prefer low-chat over games anyway. Daily's boring, occasional's gold.
After Mark server ends, what next? No ideas.
Stream-wise, push what I'm good at. But nothing.
Old days, no worries—no viewers. Now plenty. Gotta maintain.
All-games? Suck. Platformers? Death sentence. Simple controls lure you to doom—easy start, hell end.
Story games? Monitor mine—no focus, no reading.
FPS/AOS? Rat poison. General chat flames my skill.
So only chat. But pure chat forever? Harder. Coherent talk? Fun talk? Still learning. Monitoring exposes my talk limits.
Per hour: 30min reading chat, 20min dead air, 10min me-talking.
Self-view cringes me out. Dumbass.
Anyway, slept around 8. Humans snap awake at 11 on bio-clock. Half-asleep, check time, back out.
Real wake-up: 4 PM. Pattern wrecked, but tasks done—7 PM+. Stream on.
"Hey everyone. Welcome. Nice to see ya. Uh... yes~ Hello. Fun stream today, promise."
Stream starts—Mark dog appears.
Viewers allergic to Mark after 2 weeks straight. Me too. Bitten bad. Boring daily Mark, all done anyway. Get the bunny princess now.
"No Mark today! Probably last day tomorrow. So sit tight."
Declared, but what now? No prepped content. Brainstorm—no dice.
Daily prep's hell. Fixed content's a blessing—no think, just do.
Time for my fixed content. Mark ends, back to square one. Need solid weapon.
"Whatcha wanna do?"
One question, viewer votes.
Hugs as fixed? Nah. No real ideas?
Ah, no. My stream. Why ask viewers? Dumbass?... Yeah... Stop pretending smart...
I sniffle, stare at chat. Just watching.
They play fine without me.
"No fighting. Um. Yes. Everyone. Get along."
My turn now. I'm boss. Viewers like big dogs—loyal, strong. Sometimes I lack strength, get dragged. Can't let it. Hold firm.
They cheer my words, laugh when I do, hate what I hate.
Say what I can't—refreshing, sometimes over line.
But they play among themselves. Owner feels sidelined. Ban for cliques hurts. Adapted now.
Viewer-led streams fun at first, now trickier. Their inside jokes dizzy me. Controlling was hard, now routine.
"Hmm..."
Real chat focus? Tough. How do streamers do daily?
"Everyone eat dinner?"
"Naengmyeon... yummy."
"Me, no dinner!"
Viewers fluster me again. I state firm.
"No."
Nightmare flashes. Wound fresh, still torment?
"Not doing it."
Liars. List my traumas—dozens. No trust. Never!!
"Never ever. Won't eat again. Wasn't food. Devil's torture device..."
I cross arms, hug shoulders, shiver. Trauma etched.
"Never again."
"..."
Heart wavers like reed. This much... One more time? Close eyes, imagine.
"Impossible."
Roulette superfans. What prank now?
Endless persuasion—I swallow hard. Eyes shut, one more? Feels sincere this time.
"One more time?"
Vibes like they'll do good for me. Usual tricksters, but maybe? Ten times fooled, eleventh's charm. Right? Trustworthy? Real?
"For real. You'll do it right?"
Th-that expensive no. My dime anyway. Cheap tasty plz. I believe? Yeah!!